Bondage

"I don't know, I don't remember what I promised."

Song Wan smiled lightly and pushed Shen Qianyu away.

"The food is prepared on the table and it's still warm. You can eat it quickly after washing your hands. If it gets cold, it will cause abdominal pain at night."

Shen Qianyu snorted softly, let go of Song Wan and washed his hands.

Today, the small kitchen made pork loin, prawns with distiller's lees, and cold cake with roasted bamboo shoots, etc.The two of them are not strict about food requirements, and they usually deal with meals in Changle Palace.

The two sat down, Shen Qianyu raised his hand from the blue and white plate with peach and crane pattern, picked up a prawn with distiller's grains and peeled it for Song Wan.

"Did the younger sisters in your family talk about kissing? I saw that you were in a good mood before."

After Shen Qianyu finished speaking, he was about to put the peeled shrimp in his hand into Song Wan's bowl, but before he could move, Song Wan put another peeled shrimp into his bowl.

"Today, Song from the second room intends to meet with the merchant's thirteen sons. I think this marriage is to be settled."

Putting the shrimp in Shen Qianyu's hand into the bowl, Song Wan smiled faintly.

His husband and wife often behave like this, before they would be amazed that they are connected with each other, and even secretly sweet, after a long time, they feel that this should be the state that ordinary couples will have.

Shen Qianyu knew that Song Wan didn't like to eat those labor-intensive ones, so he brought the plate containing cold cakes to his eyes, and dug them into small pieces that were easy to eat with a silver spoon.

While moving, Shen Qianyu said: "Do you know that Yan'er found me today and complained for a long time?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"The Japanese imperial concubine left him homework the day before, and he hid in Zhao Nanzhang's palace. How did he know that not only failed to dodge the homework, but was dragged to learn archery for a day instead."

"It seems to be learned from Zamabu."

Song Wan laughed softly when he heard the words: "He should hide in Baozhen Palace, Baozhen hurts him and can't bear to make him tired, and he can always rest for half a day if he goes there."

"I said the same thing to him, but I didn't expect Yan'er to cry even more when he heard this."

"It is said that Zhang Baozhen became obsessed with tailoring clothes and shoes at some point, and when he went there, he was dragged by the little eunuch to change clothes for half a day."

After saying this, Shen Qianyu paused: "He said that there are dozens of sets, I think it should be exaggerated."

"So where did he go to you?"

"It is said that Wan Xiao was searched for in the middle, but I have no intention of listening."

Seeing Song Wan's smiling face, Shen Qianyu said: "I will send Yan'er to Qi Qingling's place, no one will disturb the two of us today."

Song Wan blushed and was speechless for a moment.

Seeing that she was full, Shen Qianyu led her to the washstand, took a handkerchief and wiped her fingers clean.

Song Wan watched his movements, and said in a low voice, "I'll call Heng Zhi to remove my hair."

"I'll take it apart for you."

Carefully taking off the hairpin on her head, Shen Qianyu gently loosened the hair wrapped around it little by little.

"I watched Heng Zhi's eyesight get worse and worse. I tore your hair several times, but you never said anything."

"What's so unusual about a woman wearing a hairpin and snatching off one or two strands of hair? Her hands are already very light, and I haven't felt any pain."

After Song Wan finished speaking, he said in a gentle voice: "When we first arrived at the Hou's Mansion, our master and servants all huddled together in the Xiangzhai. In the first year, I couldn't calm down and couldn't sleep at night, so I often lit candles to read books. Practice calligraphy."

"If I don't rest, the servants will be waiting by the side. Madam Zhao is old, and the other girls are young, so Heng Zhi asked them to rest and stay with me."

"She embroidered when I was studying, maybe it hurt her eyes at that time."

"I'll help you untangle your hair after that day."

Knowing that she and Sister Hengzhi are deeply in love, Shen Qianyu stopped talking, carefully loosened Song Wan's bun, and took a white jade comb to comb her hair little by little until it was smooth.

Wrapping her hair with a bright yellow ribbon, Shen Qianyu said: "Do you feel tight?"

"No, it's just right."

Song Wan looked at the man in the bronze mirror with a solemn and serious expression, as if he was doing something urgent, and suddenly said softly: "Maybe my husband tell Wan'er about your situation when you went to Nanqing?"

When he went to Nanqing, he was just a child.

He left his hometown at such an age, Song Wan really wanted to know what he experienced when he was young.

In the past, she couldn't bear to ask, but today she felt a little curious.

"Nanqing?"

Shen Qianyu said: "There is nothing special about it."

"I was young when I went to Nanqing, and I only remember that I fell seriously ill when I first arrived at the Nanqing Palace. Uncle Yan took care of me for nearly a year, and after I recovered from my illness, I have adapted to life in Nanqing."

"Although the youngest son is a hostage, it seems cruel..."

Shen Qianyu paused for a while, then sneered: "But it's a blessing."

Song Wan's heart tightened when he heard the bitterness in his tone.

Childhood is the quality, and it must be very difficult.

However, since he was young, he still had no emotion or memory for his relatives in his hometown, so it took only a mere year for him to adapt to the customs of other countries, which is really sad.

Song Wan looked at Shen Qianyu, and couldn't help but put his hand on the scar she had soothed countless times.

If it was an ordinary child, he should have forgotten his homeland when he went to the enemy country at the age of five or six.

Wearing the clothes of another country, drinking the food of another country, learning the customs of another country... But Shen Qianyu would not cherish Dongning even if there was even the slightest bit of warmth for him there.

It must be that every day and every night in Nanqing made him feel so painful that his hometown, which is thousands of miles away, could become his heart's desire.

Perhaps it was the thought of returning to Dongning that supported all his desire for life, which made Shen Qianyu so attached to the people of Dongning and this hometown many years later.

Song Wan could even imagine that the young Shen Qianyu was secretly homesick in a corner thousands of miles away from home, but had no one to miss.

"My husband must have worked hard when he was young."

Song rolled up and wrapped his arms around Shen Qianyu's waist: "When I was young, I felt that fate was unfair, but now that I think about it, there is no such thing as fairness in this world."

"Everyone in the world suffers, and all living beings suffer."

"But after suffering, there is always a day of return."

Shen Qianyu held Song Wan in his arms, fondling her hair: "There is nothing that can be achieved overnight in this world. It is normal for a man to be indomitable. All kinds of suffering are just one experience in life, just go through it."

"So Wan'er doesn't have to feel sorry for her, she doesn't suffer for her husband."

In fact, why doesn't he feel bitter?

When seeing Uncle Yan handing over snacks and jewels from the palace to Yan Qing every day, watching Qin Rao being protected by Qin Zhan every day, watching Liu Changque's mother, giving the gentle How could he not feel bitter when the greasy sugar cake was hidden in his bosom, and he walked for several days just to let him have a taste of the food at home?

But when he got to know Wan Xiao and realized that there are always people in this world who are living in a more difficult life than himself, he felt that it was not that hard anymore.

When he got acquainted with Song Wan and realized that even a woman could turn around and make a way, he felt that the remaining ideas were bitter and nothing.

Now that he is warm, fragrant and soft, he can enjoy the spring, rain and winter snow, and talk about daily trivial matters with the one he loves every day. How can he feel that there is no suffering in life?

It is clear that everything is sweet.

Shen Qianyu lowered his head, and kissed Song Wan's forehead softly and pitifully.

"I don't feel bitter, I have Wan'er, Wan'er can overcome all kinds of unwillingness in the world, and share all the pain."